by Rachel Gladstone-Gelman
We began together then danced apart
is that not where the dance was supposed to continue at separate ends while we admired each other
we are so close that I've been forced into being rid of you
my blood divides, my heart and soul can't decide, my flesh at mercy
haunting me with telepathic love and lamentation
Dare I be rid of you, my half
(from Tear Here, previously appeared in Dinner With the Muse)